Dear Journal, My name is Martin Luther, I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, I had a great childhood there, I spent most of my times lost in the great readings I would find. Although I was happy, growing up in there, it opened up my eyes about the world and the harsh times we color people go through. I remember thinking, “someone should fight for us”, but here I am 34 years later, and things haven’t changed. That’s why I have decided to be part of a march, that is taking place in Washington D.C in front of the Lincoln memorial. This march has been organized by the many organizations such as Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters, the Negro American Labor Council, Southern Christian Leadership Conference, National Urban League, among others. We as civilians are fighting for jobs and equality, but as people we are fighting for FREEDOM. We all agree on that people are all equal no matter color, race, or nationality. We are all the same in God’s eyes, and we should all be granted equal rights as citizens of these states! Equality and equal opportunities for us, for our kids, for generations to come, that’s our reason to protest. We only seek equality and our voices to be heard, in no way do we seek violence, and our protests are only letters and words, not meant to hurt, but be heard.
August 17,1963 Dear Journal, The meetings and plans for the march are coming along well. We all feel very confident about this march, and we all know that we are doing it for a better future. But its days like this rainy and dark that allows me to sit home and analyze every detail that could happen or will happen as a result of the march. I know that jail, court days and the police force will be a result, and I know I’m no criminal but the protest goes against civil laws meaning police will be involved. Jail I can handle because I know that I’m fighting for other people’s rights and mine as well. Our voices heard will be the best outcome of this protest, for no greater pride will come from this act just to know that we have made a big impact in society. Knowing that my kids could have a better future that I did make me a happier man than I already am. As much as I am confident about this march, my family fears for me. They agree that what I’m doing is the right thing, they support our march and believe in everything we are fighting for, but the though of police makes them nervous. The thought of people being denied opportunities because of the color of their skin or background angers me and that is my main motivation for this protest.
August 20, 1963 Dear journal, I have decided what a better way to reach out to people than a speech? I always loved hearing speeches, it makes me want to hear the person, because I know that making a speech takes time and effort and if they took their time to make one then their reason to it must be important. I decided to call it “I have a dream” because my dream is to live in a world where we are all equal in government’s eyes. Here is some of my speech. “Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.” With this speech I hope to reach out to the people and have them understand the pain in our hearts.
August 28, 1963 Dear journal, Today I can sleep like a kid, like a proud kid that got a 100 on his math test. The march was sensational, more than 2,000 buses, 21 special trains, 10-chartered airliners, and uncounted cars appered on Washington today during the morning. Everyone that had heleped organized the march and was participating was there, no one backed out, which was expected because we all where fighting not for ourself but for our families and families like ours. The experience can only be discribed as an unheard cry that was finally heard after years and years of silence. The march was broadcasted live in television all over the world, the media was giving us a lot of attention. But what mattered to me aswell as everyone in this march was the fact that we were all recognized as equal individuals, and that rights were just as equal to a white man as they were to a color man. I wouldn’t take this experience back for anything in the world our point got across the people and even across the world, without violence.
Dear Journal,
My name is Martin Luther, I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, I had a great childhood there, I spent most of my times lost in the great readings I would find. Although I was happy, growing up in there, it opened up my eyes about the world and the harsh times we color people go through. I remember thinking, “someone should fight for us”, but here I am 34 years later, and things haven’t changed. That’s why I have decided to be part of a march, that is taking place in Washington D.C in front of the Lincoln memorial. This march has been organized by the many organizations such as Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters, the Negro American Labor Council, Southern Christian Leadership Conference, National Urban League, among others. We as civilians are fighting for jobs and equality, but as people we are fighting for FREEDOM. We all agree on that people are all equal no matter color, race, or nationality. We are all the same in God’s eyes, and we should all be granted equal rights as citizens of these states! Equality and equal opportunities for us, for our kids, for generations to come, that’s our reason to protest. We only seek equality and our voices to be heard, in no way do we seek violence, and our protests are only letters and words, not meant to hurt, but be heard.
August 17,1963
Dear Journal,
The meetings and plans for the march are coming along well. We all feel very confident about this march, and we all know that we are doing it for a better future. But its days like this rainy and dark that allows me to sit home and analyze every detail that could happen or will happen as a result of the march. I know that jail, court days and the police force will be a result, and I know I’m no criminal but the protest goes against civil laws meaning police will be involved. Jail I can handle because I know that I’m fighting for other people’s rights and mine as well. Our voices heard will be the best outcome of this protest, for no greater pride will come from this act just to know that we have made a big impact in society. Knowing that my kids could have a better future that I did make me a happier man than I already am. As much as I am confident about this march, my family fears for me. They agree that what I’m doing is the right thing, they support our march and believe in everything we are fighting for, but the though of police makes them nervous. The thought of people being denied opportunities because of the color of their skin or background angers me and that is my main motivation for this protest.
August 20, 1963
Dear journal,
I have decided what a better way to reach out to people than a speech? I always loved hearing speeches, it makes me want to hear the person, because I know that making a speech takes time and effort and if they took their time to make one then their reason to it must be important. I decided to call it “I have a dream” because my dream is to live in a world where we are all equal in government’s eyes. Here is some of my speech. “Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.” With this speech I hope to reach out to the people and have them understand the pain in our hearts.
August 28, 1963
Dear journal,
Today I can sleep like a kid, like a proud kid that got a 100 on his math test. The march was sensational, more than 2,000 buses, 21 special trains, 10-chartered airliners, and uncounted cars appered on Washington today during the morning. Everyone that had heleped organized the march and was participating was there, no one backed out, which was expected because we all where fighting not for ourself but for our families and families like ours. The experience can only be discribed as an unheard cry that was finally heard after years and years of silence. The march was broadcasted live in television all over the world, the media was giving us a lot of attention. But what mattered to me aswell as everyone in this march was the fact that we were all recognized as equal individuals, and that rights were just as equal to a white man as they were to a color man. I wouldn’t take this experience back for anything in the world our point got across the people and even across the world, without violence.